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Simon
I never got to experience anything like this when I was growing up. If we were lucky, we would get to go outside and watch the fireworks that other people got to shoot off, but it wasn't until I was an adult that I was able to actually light them and experience them myself.
It's such a different feeling, lighting the fuse and backing away as the fireworks gives off sparks until it does its thing, each one different from the last. I can't seem to stop smiling, delighting in the feeling of being able to control what happens.
It even feels a little dangerous, making my heart race in a fun way, especially when I have to dive to the ground when a rogue firework flies right at me. I'm laughing the whole time even when Baz frowns with concern, which quickly disappears when I kiss him and hand him the next firework to light.
Technically, it's the only the third, but we're going to be doing more fireworks with Baz's siblings tomorrow night. Tonight is just for the two of us.
Once we've lit all the fireworks and are slightly sweating from the heat and running away from the fireworks, we change into our swimsuits and jump in our pool wanting to cool off while we watch the fireworks that are being set off all around us.
The water is nice, warm but not hot like it was in the sweltering heat earlier today. I kick back and forth across the few times before deciding to just float.
Baz comes up behind me and places a kiss to the back of neck. I turn in his arms and rest my cheek on his shoulder, my eyes starting to droop shut. I'm surprisingly tired but content to stay here like this for a while longer. It has been a really nice night.
"Lots."
He kisses me gently, and my hand goes to the back of his neck to hold him there. I can't help smiling into the kiss, too. I love Baz and I love this feeling of being happy with him and simply enjoying a night of fun at home, just the two of us.
The booming and whistling of the fireworks fades to the background as we kiss, the rest of the world fading away. It still surprises me sometimes when it's like this, so intense, but it's an amazing feeling to love and be loved this much.
When our lips finally part, my hand slides up to his hair, which is still tied up in a bun. He hasn't even gotten all the way under the water.
"You should let your hair down," I say, and he grimaced but doesn't stop me from pulling the hair tie out. He hates the way his hair feels when he gets out of the pool, but he allows me to take his hair down anyway.
I kiss him with gratitude and tangle both my hands in his beautiful hair.
"I love you," I say when we part again.
"I love you, too," he says, and I absolutely adore the way he smiles at me.
I feel so lucky to have him in my life.